I gave away the worry
So that you would ease my head
And bagged up old tattered dreams
Placed in curbside pails
I changed my address and attitude
Relocating to a pretty parcel
Where everything you desired
Was planted in New Earth
I left the longing for yesterday
Near a church door
And donated all those thoughts of
Staying a prisoner to lonely
With a worn out pair of shoes
To be resoled…
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